Coyote's Den

Coyote once spent a few hours explaining something convoluted to me.

The conversation was about trust, and about how to decide whether you could trust yourself, or someone else. It was a little complicated, I suppose, and I seem to recall we went around in circles a lot.

In any case, at the end of it, we had a little dialogue that went something like this:

Coyote: Well, I guess you can tell that I must love you.

Me: Really? How so?

Coyote: Because we've had this whole conversation and you aren't missing an eye.

It's good to be loved.